<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:03:22.932+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a devil woman...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-116106085126015674</id><published>2006-10-17T14:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:54:34.656+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You + Me = Us</title><content type='html'>It's interesting the way things have stopped being you and me. And it's very interesting the way things have become just &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;. I used to be very particular about MY space and MY things. But since you've been in my life, we've just become such a huge part of each other's lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after a long day and we're both exhausted, I love the way we fall asleep curled up together or still holding hands. I love the way just before you fall asleep, you open your eyes and look at me and tell me that you love me. And after I tell you that I love you too, you fall asleep with that beautiful smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in the morning is wonderful. I open up my eyes and I see you lying next to me. I snuggle up closer and even though you don't wake up, you hold me close to you. I rest my head against your chest and hear your heart beating. It's amazing how that steady rhythm is so reassuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get out of bed slowly, trying not to wake you up. I look around my room and you're everywhere. Our clothes in the cupboard, our jewellery on the table, our books next to the bed, even our ipods and mobiles next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love waking you up and kissing you while you've still got that dreamy look on your face. I love disturbing you while you're shaving and the way you let me "help" you even though I make a mess with the shaving cream. I love surprising you when you're in the shower too; that naughty grin you get on your face when you try to drag me in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after you've gone to work and I'm in school or doing things around the house and thinking about how I miss you, you seem to read my mind and send me a message reminding me how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way we talk about the future and dream up all those crazy ideas. I love the way you're just as silly as me. I love the way you tell me you want to spend the rest of your life with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, I become whole again. With you, I feel so alive. With you, I feel so at peace with the world. With you, I feel like I can face the past and conquer it. You're like a best friend, a lover and a boyfriend all rolled into one wonderful package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you David Brian Pongrac!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-116106085126015674?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/116106085126015674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=116106085126015674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/116106085126015674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/116106085126015674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-me-us.html' title='You + Me = Us'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-115983979882164013</id><published>2006-10-03T11:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:09:27.340+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From New Zealand!</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a week in New Zealand and what a week it was! I had an awesome time! :D I went white water rafting, zorbing, boogie boarding, kayaking and luge-ing! I'm covered in bruises and bites and scratches but it was all worth it! Photos will be coming soon. Gotta get the camera cable from Dave cause I borrowed his nice big powerful camera for my trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Dave, he finally got his car and took me out on Sunday. Soooooo lomantic! ;) He took me for a drive to Mornington (I love the place!) and we had a lovely lunch at one of the cafes. Then we went for a walk on the beach. After trying to burn off some of our huge lunch, we went back and watched movies at home. One of the movies we watched was Love Actually. Neither of us had seen it so we got appropriately mushy and Brandon ran to escape into his bedroom. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the calamari ring? I told Dave I blogged about it and he's rather pleased. One reason being that he wants everyone to know how he feels about me and another reason being that he reckon now everyone has low expectations about his proposal so that when he finally pops the question everyone will be impressed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good news would be the fact that cousin number 5 is doing very well. He's still rather yellow so he needs to cook a little in the sun everyday. He's absolutely gorgeous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w30.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w30.photobucket.com/albums/c329/eliseclaire/1159840943.pbw" height="240" width="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he adorable? :D Yesterday Dave and I sent off my Nana Simone to the Melb Airport and as she was leaving she gave him a BIG hug and a BIG kiss on the cheek! I was like "Woah, she must really like him!" I'm very happy about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off on a silly note, you know how my initials are a little silly right? ECA? Then if I use my confirmation name of Chantal, I can be a Claire Chantal Aitchison and my initials are CCA? I was telling dave abt that and then he asked me what ECP stood for since his surname starts with a P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wonder if I can get him to change HIS surname!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-115983979882164013?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/115983979882164013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=115983979882164013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115983979882164013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115983979882164013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-from-new-zealand.html' title='Back From New Zealand!'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-115874310337815881</id><published>2006-09-20T19:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:34:27.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM OFFICIALLY OSS DIRECTOR FOR 2007!</title><content type='html'>I got it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to go and pop open a bottle of cheap champagne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-115874310337815881?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/115874310337815881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=115874310337815881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115874310337815881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115874310337815881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-officially-oss-director-for-2007.html' title='I AM OFFICIALLY OSS DIRECTOR FOR 2007!'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-115870540016957089</id><published>2006-09-20T08:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T08:36:40.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics?</title><content type='html'>I've decided to get involved in the world of student union at a higher level than my current position. Right now I'm just a General Committee Member/Publications Officer. Next year, I want to be Director. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's all good. I have no competition. And I nominated people for Deputy Director, Welfare Officer and Publications Officer. Let's hope we all get our posts! I'm very excited about becoming director!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, lots of ideas and a want to work hard will serve me well. I'm so enthusiastic that I'm feeling on top of the world. &lt;b&gt;Nothing is going to get me down.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think Dave has helped me alot. He boosts my self-esteem, motivates me to work harder and in general, makes me feel loved in a way that I never have been loved before. Here I go again, getting all sappy. And yes, once again, I am smiling to myself as I write this entry. I'm seeing him in 3 hours, Yipeeee! Come to think of it, I see Dave everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It doesn't feel like a routine or anything cause he just makes my day so much better just by being a part of it :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-115870540016957089?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/115870540016957089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=115870540016957089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115870540016957089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115870540016957089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/09/politics.html' title='Politics?'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-115845618960104759</id><published>2006-09-17T11:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:23:09.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild Mustang</title><content type='html'>Last night, Dave and I started watching &lt;i&gt;The Batchelor&lt;/i&gt; after dinner. Remember that movie with Renee Z and Chris O'Donnell? I haven't seen it in years! Anyway, I was alternating between cringing at the corny bits and sighing at the romantic bits. Chris' character was happy being a bachelor. He likened himself to being a wild mustang who's always on the search for a patch of "sweet grass". Basically, he wasn't afraid of being committed to someone. He was just scared of the big MARRIAGE deal and the phrase "the future" made Chris resemble a deer caught in blinding headlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That comment started me thinking so I turned to Dave and I asked, "Hey Mister, are all guys like that?". Dave replied,"I'm not scared to talk about the future. I never have been". Obviously, I was happy to hear that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as the movie continues, you see Chris propose to Renee really badly. Trust me, it was horrible. He talks about how they've "reached that stage" and that "she wins". The stage that he's referring to is the "shit or get off the pot" moment. He actually said that to her face. I don't know what I would do if I got proposed to like that. Dave was laughing his head off. I warned him that if he tried that kinda line on me, he'd be in BIG doo doo. Then, he told me his idea of proposing to me. We'd be eating dinner at this seafood restaurant and he's turn to me and ask if I was free for the next 50 years and more. If I said yes, he'd say "Cool" and slip a calamari ring on my finger. I laughed so hard that I practically rolled off the couch. I'm officially dating a clown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clown makes me sooooooooooo happy. I love spending time with him! Simple things like going for long drives and yelling Queen lyrics down the highway or cooking in the kitchen while he tries to distract me or watching movies curled up on the couch or walking around Bayside or having him kick my ass at Tekken or snuggling up with him at night just make my day. Even as I write this entry, I'm smiling. He's still fast asleep in bed and he looks so adorable. It's amazing how a man with 10 tattoos and a piercing can look so sweet when he's sleeping :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my excitement for a Saturday night. Saturday afternoon was annoying. I was driving to pick Dave up from work and I stop at this zebra crossing. A bunch of drunk bogans (think aussie version of bengs, mats, lians, minahs, etc) stumble across the road. One skanky bitch suddenly turns back to me and yells, "Just you wait you stupid bitch!" and throws her beer can at me. The damn thing wasn't empty and it caught me on the top part of my cheekbone. It's still stinging. Damn bitch-whore. I'm getting those lock-bar things for my steering wheel. Next time some Frangga bitch pisses me off, I'll wave the darn thing at her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a Management essay due tomorrow at 5pm. Once that's done, I have to focus on my OSS publication. So many things to do and so little time! I'm running for Director of the Overseas Student Services next year. Cross your fingers my loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go crawl back into bed and snuggle up with my man. Damn, I love the weekends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-115845618960104759?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/115845618960104759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=115845618960104759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115845618960104759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115845618960104759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/09/wild-mustang_17.html' title='The Wild Mustang'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-115821794589629295</id><published>2006-09-14T17:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:54:27.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to popular demand...</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got myself a new template, some new photos and hopefully lots to say! This blog is still a work in progress since I am shit with html. So excuse, the little errors you see here and there k? :D This is going to be a really short entry because I'm running late to pick up Dave. We're going to partayyyyyy tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am considering a change in my degree. I'm not happy with my current one because due to certain bozos who work in administration. I'm currently boxed into a very tight corner. Kanina lah. Anyway, try and guess what faculty I want to change to? I wanna see some action in the tag board ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-115821794589629295?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/115821794589629295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=115821794589629295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115821794589629295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115821794589629295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/09/due-to-popular-demand.html' title='Due to popular demand...'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-115435398298767810</id><published>2006-07-31T23:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:53:03.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing time</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-115435398298767810?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/115435398298767810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=115435398298767810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115435398298767810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115435398298767810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/07/closing-time.html' title='Closing time'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-115249899967437982</id><published>2006-07-10T12:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:36:39.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Please bleed me dry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You're right. All that's left is a ghost. But it's not necessarily mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake wants you to cry him a river. But Elise Claire would rather you carve her a gravestone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you're done with your 21st birthday, what else is there for you? Perhaps your engagement party, your wedding and your baby showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that my next big party will be my funeral. Of course I won't be able to host it. I'll be joining the mardi gras down in Hell! But I'll make sure there's loads of booze and music to keep ya'all entertained. I know there will be quite a few people who would love to dance a jig on my grave and celebrate my move to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does reap what one sows. Look at the mess that I'm swimming in. I never wanted to hurt anyone or let anyone else feel my pain. If the poison has touched you, I apologise from the bottom of my soul. It's going to take forever to crawl out of this hole. The darkness is very overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe one day I will feel the sun's rays on my face again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-115249899967437982?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/115249899967437982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=115249899967437982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115249899967437982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115249899967437982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/07/please-bleed-me-dry.html' title='Please bleed me dry.'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-115008112246823316</id><published>2006-06-12T12:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:24:00.150+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings are evil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 80% Female, 20% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your brain leans femaleYou think with your heart, not your headSweet and considerate, you are a giverBut you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a small relief. I was worried that I was becoming one of the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c7b299;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1920's Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dbd0c2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ophelia Dessie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your 1920's Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that I live in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Irish Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/irish-name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicola Fitzpatrick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Irish Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6f3e5;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're 60% Irish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howirishareyouquiz/irish-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're very Irish, and most likely from Ireland.(And if you're not, you should be!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Irish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I liked working at Muddy's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a Ford Explorer SportTrac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/ford-explorer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tough and supercharged, you have some rather extreme driving practices.You've been known to intimidate a few drivers. You rule the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; 2007 Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I am really becoming a trucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Bright Star Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/bright-star-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like a shining star, you have no trouble being the center of attentionIn fact, you often feel a bit hurt when all eyes aren't on youYou need to be number one in everything, no matter how trivialAnd it's this ego that both hurts your confidence and helps you acheive&lt;br /&gt;You're dramatic and a powerhouse of pure energyYou posess a divine quality or uniqueness that's hard to defineA natural performer, it's likely you'll become famous in some circles.Just learn not to take everyone's reaction to you so personally!&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul and Prophet Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charismatic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/charismatic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're beyond seductive, you're downright magnetic!&lt;br /&gt;You life live and approach seduction on a grand scale.&lt;br /&gt;You have an inner self confidence and energy that most people lack&lt;br /&gt;It's these talents that make you seem extraordinary - and you truly are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Swedish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/swedish.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fantastisk! You're laid back about learning a language - and about life in general.Peaceful, beautiful Sweden is ideal for you... And you won't even have to speak perfect Swedish to get around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 25 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay Penny, we're the same age :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a good sense of self control and hate to show weakness.You are always tactful and diplomatic. You let people down gently.Your friends tend to be a as quirky as you are - which is saying a lot!You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in London&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/london.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You belong in London, but you belong in many cities... Hong Kong, San Francisco, Sidney. You fit in almost anywhere.And London is diverse and international enough to satisfy many of your tastes. From curry to Shakespeare, London (almost) has it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/blue.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well.You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/fire.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In love, you are a true listener and totally present.For you, love is all about feeling more alive than you've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with your joy and passion.Your flirting style is defined by your strong ability to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;Fun and play are the cornerstones of your love life.And while your flame may burn too brightly, it's part of your appeal.&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Wood&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Water&lt;br /&gt;You and another Fire element: will likely burn out quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like I should avoid Stef and that Penny and I will burn out quickly. But oh what a bonfire that will be! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c0e3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be A Gemini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddf0f9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/gemini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's good about you: witty and energetic, you're simply the most fun to be around&lt;br /&gt;What's bad about you: you're flighty - losing interest in people and projects quickly&lt;br /&gt;In love: you enjoy the "honeymoon phase," but after that it's hard for you to stick around&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you're: likely to have many groups of friends, with many different interests&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal job: mime, guru, or cartoonist&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of fashion: casual and simple&lt;br /&gt;You like to pig out on: fast food, especially burritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Sign Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wtf? :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#a0cdff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stripper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e1ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" offerid="99176&amp;type=" subid="0&amp;amp;tmpid=" rd_parm1="http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D1970139%2526playListId%253D1970173%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;My'&gt;http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;amp;offerid=99176&amp;type=3&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;tmpid=1826&amp;amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D1970139%2526playListId%253D1970173%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;My&lt;/a&gt; Love Is Like ... Wo&lt;/a&gt; by Mya&lt;br /&gt;"My love is like...woMy kiss is like...woMy touch is like...wo"&lt;br /&gt;You're the full package - and you let everyone know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Start booking your first row seats!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exotic Dancer Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/exoticdancernamegenerator/dancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Exotic&lt;/a&gt; Dancer Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish ah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Lime Margarita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavormargaritaareyouquiz/lime-margarita.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Realistic and grounded, you have the energy to tackle any obstacle that stands in your way.Hyper and driven, you despise lazy behavior of all kinds... especially lazy drunks too tired to dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Margarita Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is low.You see love as a gift that you should give to many.It's hard for you to imagine being with one person at at time...Let alone one person for the rest of your life!&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is high.You've loved, lost, and loved again.You have had a wide range of love experiences.And when the real thing comes along, you know it!&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.You know a relationship is not about getting your way.And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is medium.In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Pimp Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peachy Big Spenda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Pimp Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I have my new msn nickname.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #bfe9ff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;You have low conscientiousness.Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously.Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions.Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done.&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;You have high neuroticism.It's easy for you to feel shaken, worried, or depressed.You often worry, and your worries prevent you from living life fully.You tend to be emotionally reactive and moody. Your either flying very high or feeling very low.&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, no more blog things for me! They're evil!!!!! :'( I should be studying, I don't know why I am so restless. *sighs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that karma comes around and bites mr gigolo right on the arse. How dare you say that I'm pestering you??? You're the nuffy that turns up unexpected outside my house. I am very tempted to start a big ass fight but peninsula is too small. I will just be patient and wait for fate to do its work :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I hope that fate does something nice for me. *crosses fingers*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday I had a shopping fest with Brandon. We were getting things for the new house. That man can bargain I tell you! I also took him to get his hair cut at this funky place. I brought him there and I was like "Tada! Surprise!". We went to Ikea and he had to remind me that we were buying household items and not cute babies. You can guess which one I was paying attention to more. And later when I commented that one of the fellas we're buying some stuff from is pretty good looking, he was like "We're not shopping for meat!". Living with Brando is going to be very fun! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times can a person start over?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-115008112246823316?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/115008112246823316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=115008112246823316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115008112246823316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/115008112246823316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogthings-are-evil.html' title='Blogthings are evil!'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114969325153065715</id><published>2006-06-08T00:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T01:20:05.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintended Consequences</title><content type='html'>I'm studying for my Micro-Econs paper and I come across some question about dingoes. Something about the unintended consequences of putting a ban on killing dingoes so that the government can increase the dingo population. I thought that maybe the answer had something to do about farmers having more problems thanks to dingoes attacking their livestock. But noooooooo! The answer talking about the frigging rabbit population decreasing. I didn't know dingoes ate rabbits! And they asked some question about what happens to drivers of Holden Utes when petrol prices increase. I never knew what a ute was until I arrived in this country. Nabeh Cheebai lah! Stupid study guide and its stupid questions :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the unintended consequences of Micro Econs, I can't help but think about my life. I should be renamed Elise "Unintended Consequences" Aitchison. I always start out with the best of intentions and with all the hope in the world. Somehow, along the way, things go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could analyze and contemplate my every word and action. But that plan wouldn't last very long for impulsive me. It's worth a thought though. Hmmmmm... (See, I'm contemplating already :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first exam on Monday. I was number 0001. Right in front! It was so cold, there was no one near enough to me to help keep me warm. I was shivering throughout the entire Business Statistics exam. I'm bringing gloves for my Micro Econs paper next Tuesday. I need to write lots and lots! If I fail Business Stats AGAIN, I'm going to swop to Education. I don't want to take the subject for the third time. I feel dumb enough without having that particular dark cloud over me. Education is a very very very tempting course. I love children, and I love teaching them. I'll get my grades in July. Please please please let me pass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole stayed with me last week. It was so bloody awesome having her here. We drove and drove all over the place. She took loads of photos. I sang at the top of my lungs. We did way too many crazy things to be mentioned here. It was like my favouritest day in Melbourne! Thank you sweetie for making me so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy bought me a new Toshiba laptop cause she wants mine. Sounds good to me! :D It's apparently blue. I was looking at the website and I think it's a Toshiba Satellite M50. I am still waiting for her to send me the model number. Yay, no more cacat external keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have signed my papers to leave Samada Street. I have also applied for 3 other properties. 2 have approved me. I'm really keen on the third option because it is also on Samada Street, and its even closer to school than my current place. Only drag is us having to get furniture, its such a hassle! And I have to borrow Shaun's truck to move all the furniture. Imagine me, a trucker ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back on the 1st of July sometime at night. I can't wait to see everyone. I want to hear all the gossip and I want to take many many photos to put up in my new house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to keep myself happy is to keep coming up with new projects. Househunting and furniture shopping is keeping me in a &lt;b&gt;very good&lt;/b&gt; mood. I'm going to make it a point to do something relatively exciting every 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need a reason.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114969325153065715?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114969325153065715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114969325153065715&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114969325153065715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114969325153065715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/06/unintended-consequences.html' title='Unintended Consequences'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114891394059017276</id><published>2006-05-30T00:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T03:37:20.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One is the loneliest number.</title><content type='html'>I wish people could read my mind cause I never seem to say the right things. What makes perfect sense in my head comes out all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I say things and immediately want to take them back. Sometimes when I look back at some of the things I've done, I wonder what the hell came over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my friends could spend one day being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe then you'd understand me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life. It's probably for the best. Then I won't hurt anyone anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114891394059017276?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114891394059017276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114891394059017276&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114891394059017276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114891394059017276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-is-loneliest-number.html' title='One is the loneliest number.'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114887365655672719</id><published>2006-05-29T12:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T13:34:16.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness...</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like watching soccer on a plasma tv. Make that a big ass plasma tv while sitting on a big ass sofa in a big ass living room :) I never knew how much I liked "space" till I moved here. I want everything to be big! Big house, big rooms, big tv, big car and last but not least, a big man! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Thursday was a really good night :) It's nice hanging out with someone who has the same random taste in movies and music as me, who has the same addictions, who's travelled, who has the same taste in vehicles and who has a wicked sense of humour. I was seriously laughing and smiling the whole night. I'm still in a good mood thinking about Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday wasn't so wonderful. I got very fed up with Alex. I told him that Brandon and I are hoping to move out of Samada and he got all grumpy. He was like "I don't know about you moving in with a guy.. etc etc etc". I gave him a huge smile and said, "It doesn't matter what you say or think cause it's still going to happen". He did not take that very well. Haha, I do what I want. The faster you learn that, the better it is for you. I'm probably not going to hang out with him anymore. Boringgggggggggg *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we took Carolyn out for her birthday lunch. The food was pretty good and we made alot of noise and had a great time! She seemed very happy about it and had a thank you dessert thing later that night for us. After the lunch, me and my larlings (Brandon, Nat and Gee) went to watch X-Men 3. I'm happy I have friends like them here. I'd probably go mad if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I'm hoping to move out of Samada at the end of the semester. I'm not happy in my house. It's just a case of two very different people trying to live together in a very small space. I will find out in about an hour whether I can move out or not. Brando's coming too. We've already decorated our house (in our minds) and decided on what pet we're going to get. I hope we can move out. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my Saturday, I decided to cancel out on my male gigolo (Manny). He's yummy but a bit draining on the energy levels. I stayed in and did Psychology for like 15 hours straight. I felt a little violently psycho after that but half a pack of smokes sure cured me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Aunty Chan's on Sunday. I really love my cousins, they make life so complete. I'd love to have a little cutie like Shakir to call my own. We took 40 photos! Actually, I probably took about 5 and the rest were snapped by Zaina the camera crazy. Some of her shots were actually pretty good. She took a really sweet one of me and Shakir. I look like a mummy *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cousins, I met up with Shaun and showed off all the new tattoos I got from my cousins and a pack of 6 extra-strong highlighters. He couldn't stop laughing! I said bye bye to his nice house since he's sold it and he's moving somewhere else. I have a feeling that it's going to be bigger than his existing 5 bedroom house. Why does one man want so much space? I can't wait to see what he does with his next house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are starting on the 5th of June. I'm scareddddddddddd! I'm going to be like Penny and do a revision schedule. Hopefully it works for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all have a chance, download No Aphrodisiac by The Whitlams. I heard it in Shaun's truck and I've been addicted to it since. It's one of those songs that I wish I had written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Youth truth beauty fame boredom and a bottle of pills&lt;br /&gt;There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't leave me alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah, you shouldn't leave me alone. You never know what I might get up to :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114887365655672719?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114887365655672719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114887365655672719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114887365655672719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114887365655672719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/05/theres-no-aphrodisiac-like-loneliness.html' title='There&apos;s no aphrodisiac like loneliness...'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114830964024718464</id><published>2006-05-23T00:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:04:35.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Since it worked for my Stef, it should work for me too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Psychology&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Psychology major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not bad not bad at all! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I had a blast in Sydney over the weekend. Thank you so much Davi! I can't wait till you come to my kampung. Then I can show you a good time too ;) And I'm excited cause Nicole just told me that she's coming to Melbourne for a visit super soon! And I know Mahima is coming after the exams. And I'm trying to convince Penny to sunbathe in Aussie with me during the summer! This is so excitingggggggggggggggg! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think all my girls will have a blast in Aussie-land. For one, there's better eye candy ;) Actually, that's a good enough reason to leave all the Mats, Bengs and other repulsive examples of Singapore's male population behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This weekend is going to be pretty busy. Thursday evening, I'm going for dinner along the beach with Shaun and then he's taking me for a tour around Mornington. Friday night, Alex is taking me for a yummy steak dinner. On Saturday, we're having a dimsum lunch for one of the girls and at night I've got plans with Manny. And finally on Sunday, I'm going to visit Aunty Chan and the kids. Oh my Gawd, I am going to drop dead from exhaustion by the time Monday rolls around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should be fun though ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114830964024718464?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114830964024718464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114830964024718464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114830964024718464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114830964024718464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/05/since-it-worked-for-my-stef-it-should.html' title='Since it worked for my Stef, it should work for me too!'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114787739350613783</id><published>2006-05-18T00:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:49:57.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanted you to know</title><content type='html'>I just wanted you to know that no one will ever make me feel the way you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also wanted you to know that I will never stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like my heartbeat baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O gracious Goddess, hear my plea&lt;br /&gt;Keep my love safe from me&lt;br /&gt;Help him to always smile bright&lt;br /&gt;And keep him safe in your loving light&lt;br /&gt;Protect him from his every fear&lt;br /&gt;Cause to my heart I hold him dear&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Goddess for helping me&lt;br /&gt;I trust in her aid, so mote it be"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114787739350613783?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114787739350613783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114787739350613783&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114787739350613783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114787739350613783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-wanted-you-to-know.html' title='Just wanted you to know'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114708106667981378</id><published>2006-05-08T19:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:37:46.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying in the shower...</title><content type='html'>Crying in the shower&lt;br /&gt;Letting the tears be washed away&lt;br /&gt;Wish it was as easy to cleanse my soul&lt;br /&gt;Take away the heartache and the guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying in the shower&lt;br /&gt;Feeling myself slip down to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling in my tears, trying to stem the flow&lt;br /&gt;Praying for the emotions to finally cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying in the shower&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help me or anyone else&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much more when I just let go&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to describe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying in the shower&lt;br /&gt;Picking myself up&lt;br /&gt;Drying my liquid fears&lt;br /&gt;Putting the mask back on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114708106667981378?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114708106667981378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114708106667981378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114708106667981378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114708106667981378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/05/crying-in-shower.html' title='Crying in the shower...'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114658096814026195</id><published>2006-05-03T00:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:42:49.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I want too damn much.</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my mummy's email inbox earlier, trying to clear her stuff (yes I do it for her cause she can't be bothered to)  and I found the sweetest e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are still so much in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really beautiful to see the strong bond between two very different people. I was just blown away by the ways they motivate one another, the silly jokes they have and even the way they talk about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I think I may just be a little too damaged. I become more and more cynical as each day passes. I know I scare my mum with some of the things that I say. She can't help but wonder how the equation of her + daddy = me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a little more hope in my life. I want to feel that quickening of my heart, reminding me that I'm alive. I want to be dazzled beyond my wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to want alot don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, that's my burden to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a poison that spreads. I destroy dreams, dash hopes and depress the happiest of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can a viper poison itself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114658096814026195?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114658096814026195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114658096814026195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114658096814026195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114658096814026195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-too-damn-much.html' title='I want too damn much.'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114595864494276517</id><published>2006-04-25T19:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:50:44.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The need to distract myself</title><content type='html'>I'm going to attempt to distract myself with something I stole from Stephe's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First best friend: My darling Stephe :)&lt;br /&gt;2. First car: She-Devil, my darling Suzuki Baleno&lt;br /&gt;3. First screen name: ^pixie^&lt;br /&gt;4. First funeral: a friend's mother&lt;br /&gt;5. First pet: a guppy&lt;br /&gt;6. First piercing/tattoos: Pierced my ears when I was 6 and got myself inked when I was 19&lt;br /&gt;7. First credit card: is not going to happen anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;8. First big trip: Disneyland when I was 6&lt;br /&gt;9. First music you remember hearing in your house: Inner Circle? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last car ride: 5 hours ago. The weather was nice so Alex took the roof off the Elise and we scared the hobos in Frankston&lt;br /&gt;2. Last kiss: Peck on the cheek from Alex&lt;br /&gt;3. Last good cry: This morning&lt;br /&gt;4. Last book read: The Glass Palace by Amitav Ghosh&lt;br /&gt;5. Last movie seen in theatres: &lt;em&gt;Failure to Launch&lt;/em&gt;, I just want to eat Matthew up in great big bites!&lt;br /&gt;6. Last food consumed: Cooked Pad Thai for lunch&lt;br /&gt;7. Last crush: I'm over all that crap&lt;br /&gt;8. Last phone call: One of my neighbours&lt;br /&gt;9. Last big trip: My move here&lt;br /&gt;10. Last shoes worn: My butterfly havaianas&lt;br /&gt;11. Last time scolded: *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPECIFICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you do drugs: Lithium, nicotine and caffeine&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of shampoo do you use: Pantene&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you most scared of: the future&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you want to get married: Near the beach&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you listening to right now: Stonebridge - Put 'Em High&lt;br /&gt;6. Colors: Pink, purple, blue, white, black, green&lt;br /&gt;7. Foods: Italian, Malay, Indian, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoked: Too much&lt;br /&gt;2. Bungee jumped: hell no&lt;br /&gt;3. Made yourself throw-up: Not on purpose&lt;br /&gt;4. Skinny dipped: Sentosa beach when I was 16&lt;br /&gt;5. Been in love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble: I've done the damsel in distress and it works like a charm&lt;br /&gt;7. Pictured your crush naked: Knowing me, I've probably managed to see him naked too&lt;br /&gt;8. Fallen for your best friend: Stephe would kill me :P&lt;br /&gt;9. Done something you regret: You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clothes: Tee, capris and a hoodie&lt;br /&gt;2. Music: House&lt;br /&gt;3. Make-up: Kohl&lt;br /&gt;4. Annoyance: My coughing&lt;br /&gt;5. Smell: Bodyshop's White Musk&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite artist: Dali&lt;br /&gt;7. Desktop picture: Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;8. Book: The Buddha of Suburbia by Hanif Kureishi&lt;br /&gt;9. CD in player: Als House 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Understanding: Mostly&lt;br /&gt;2. Open-minded: Very&lt;br /&gt;3. Hungry: Not at the moment&lt;br /&gt;4. Moody: I have bipolar, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;5. Healthy: Never&lt;br /&gt;6. Bored easily: Extremely&lt;br /&gt;7. Angry: Neh&lt;br /&gt;8. Sad: That word doesn't even begin to explain how I feel&lt;br /&gt;9. Disappointed: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;10. Happy: I try to be&lt;br /&gt;11. Hyper: Only after too much caffeine&lt;br /&gt;12. Talkative: Always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114595864494276517?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114595864494276517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114595864494276517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114595864494276517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114595864494276517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/04/need-to-distract-myself.html' title='The need to distract myself'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114595499337468019</id><published>2006-04-25T18:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:49:53.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had my share of the crying game...</title><content type='html'>And I can assure you that life loses meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 3 months and I still think about it every bloody day. It hits me the most in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much. There is this constant dull ache in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is slowly shutting down. My soul has been shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate for some sort of comfort to ease the ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing has got to be the fact that I just can't heal with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't pretend anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114595499337468019?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114595499337468019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114595499337468019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114595499337468019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114595499337468019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-had-my-share-of-crying-game.html' title='I&apos;ve had my share of the crying game...'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114538878937189740</id><published>2006-04-19T04:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T05:33:09.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandals in Samada</title><content type='html'>Life here in Samada is never boring. The past weekend feels like I've been living in fucking Melrose Place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night there was this big party organised by the student union; Las Vegas Night. We all had to doll up in "non-denim" outfits. I wore this black wrap around dress and a long strand of pearls. I think if schools had las vegas nights in Singapore, no one would bother to doll up and I shudder to think what the bengs/lians/mats/minahs and other disgusting specimens of our youth society will wear. Anyway, booze was really cheap that night. $1 a drink. I had 17 drinks!!! I was happy enough to actually dance to house music. Geez! Jessica's classmate Gordon (who is gay when he's sober but straight when he's drunk) got really trashed on 2 beers. I had to literally chuck him on my living room floor and go back to the party. He is officially banned from this house. He is inconsiderate, ungrateful and in general, a spoilt little fuckwit who doesn't think twice about the mess he creates. Jess and Carolyn also got drunk and it was NOT a pretty sight. I hate drunk girls in skirts. Ewww. They were happily bumping and grinding with random fellows. I just stood there happily knocking back a few drinks and unhappily swatting away some flies (my admirers from the gym). Finally the night was over and I drove everyone the 2 minute walk home. And I came really close to knocking someone over after he told me to get a real car. My car may be small but its mighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent trying to clean up Gordon's and Jess' drunken mess. Jess didn't help at all. *rolls eyes* I did my laundry and tidied up my room. I also prepared stuff for our Easter Sat bbq. After getting the house in order, I drove to Aunty Chan's. It was pouring with rain! Had a good dinner at her place and a fantastic time playing with my minions. I also chopped off about 4 inches of her hair. It's actually really fun cutting hair! After dinner, I went off to watch &lt;i&gt;Matchpoint&lt;/i&gt; with Alex. Driving to his place was really bad cause I kept skidding all over the place. I thought I was going to die! The movie made up for it though. I really really liked it. It was nice and cynical and showed the evil side of us humans :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I went grocery shopping on Saturday morning in the wonderful rain. His fridge now has a good supply of diet coke. Woohoo! :) Anyway, after shopping, we drove back to frankston in the lotus. I swear my ass is brusied from driving across the railway tracks. The worse things about cars like that has got to be the fact that you feel every bump and stone on the road. When we got back, I got Alex to take Jess for a spin and when she got out of the car, her knees were knocking. She was that impressed! Sheesh, I wish I was that young again. Anyway, my neighbours entertained Alex while I started getting the pasta salads and other stuff together. We had so much food to eat! (And lots of booze to drink too :P) We ended up using the oven cause it was sunshine-y yet hail-ey outside. Overall, everyone had a really good time! Alex and my "brother" Brandon hit it off too well and started ganging up on me. Brandon's a year younger but has decided to be my overprotective older brother. We're both only children so I think that explains it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we decided to hit Chapel Street and go clubbing. Jess and Carolyn got really drunk and started doing incredibly stupid things. They both started hitting on this guy that Flo (Carolyn's housemate) was seeing. Carolyn kept grinding him and Jess pashed him. Flo got pissed off. Brandon and I just drank at the bar and flirted with the cute bar people who were wearing little bunny ears and tails. Carolyn and Jess got chucked outside by security as they were considered drunk and disorderly. They got to come back in 30 mins later. And have I mentioned yet how much I hate drunk girls in skirts? It's so fucking skanky! I really don't know what was up with Caro. First she hits on her housemate's guy and then she squeezes Alex's thigh and tried to snuggle up with him. Poor Alex did not look very happy that I left him with a drunk Caro. Muahaha. Anyway, at about 1 am, Alex and I left. Apparently, the rest left soon after. Caro threw up in the car on the way home and Flo's fellow who finally decided that he wanted Jess, tried to convince her to sleep with him. Of all nights for me not to be at home! Luckily, Brandon was there to supervise. Carolyn made up stories and claimed that she got manhandled and stuff. Two things that annoy me about her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you rub your ass against some guy's groin continuously while dancing and he gets excited and puts his hand on you, how can you turn around and say that he touched you for no reason and that he's a pervert? You were behaving like such a skank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you are uncomfortable with the way someone is invading your personal space or is too touchy-feely, don't just sit there and do nothing. Move away or make it clear that you don't like it. If you just sit there for half an hour and you get touchy-feeley too, how dare you say that the person isn't a good person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night, after I got back from spending the day with AC and family again, I had a long chat with Caro. She cried, I wasn't bothered. Anyway, Flo also has  chat with her. Caro starts crying even more and runs off at 1 am. Flo and I hop into our cars and look for her. We find her and she starts yelling at us to leave her alone. Frankston is so dodgy at night, I think she has a few screws loose! She calms down, we all pretend to act normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, she writes me some strange letter and apologises for leaving a deep scar on my heart. I was like "wtf?". Dude, I seriously don't care what she does. She's not important to my life. But of course I didn't say that to her, I'm not &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite productive the past two days in terms of school work. Yay! Jess is out of the house until Sunday so that means my house is neater. Double Yay! I'm very tired of blogging now. I don't think I have ever written such a long entry in my life. My arms are hurting even more now. Gym + excessive typing = very tired arms. I will load up photos asap and post the link. To end off this epic post, I stole this from Stephe, who stole it from Penn :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex is: very far away. All of them. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe I should: give up on happiness and just make do with surviving&lt;br /&gt;3. I love: my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't understand: Melbourne's weather&lt;br /&gt;5. I lost: Riley&lt;br /&gt;6. People say I'm: sweet. I disagree&lt;br /&gt;7. Love is: something I don't deserve&lt;br /&gt;8. Somewhere, someone is: just as confused&lt;br /&gt;9. I will always: have immense confidence that my loved ones are the best people in the world&lt;br /&gt;10. Forever is: a promise that people should stop making because we don't live in a fucking fairytale&lt;br /&gt;11. I never want to: lose sight of my independence&lt;br /&gt;12. I think the current US President: should fatally choke on another pretzel :)&lt;br /&gt;13. When I woke up this morning: I started swearing in Hokkien&lt;br /&gt;14. My past was:, is and always will be haunting me&lt;br /&gt;15. I get annoyed when: young and dumb girls get drunk&lt;br /&gt;16. Parties are for: trying to have fun&lt;br /&gt;17. My dog is: going to be a Schnoodle (schnauzer and poodle) called Noodle :D&lt;br /&gt;18. My cat is: going to be black and fluffy and called Ciara&lt;br /&gt;19. Kisses are the best when: they lead to sex!&lt;br /&gt;20. Tomorrow: a new day&lt;br /&gt;21. I really want: to stop coughing&lt;br /&gt;22. I have low tolerance for people who: think they're important when frankly my dear, no one gives a damn about them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114538878937189740?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114538878937189740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114538878937189740&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114538878937189740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114538878937189740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/04/scandals-in-samada.html' title='Scandals in Samada'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114464337114997720</id><published>2006-04-10T14:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:31:00.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan Syndrome</title><content type='html'>My earlier post on adulthood started me thinking about immature people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon they have what is called the &lt;b&gt;Peter Pan Sydrome&lt;/b&gt;. It is an unfortunate disorder that is found most commonly in the male species. It afflicts men of all ages; making boys (teenagers) behave like children and grown men behave like adolescents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A search in wikipedia.com found that my theories have been confirmed. This is a direct quote from the article: "&lt;b&gt;Peter Pan Syndrome&lt;/b&gt; has become a psychiatric term named by Dr. Dan Kiley to describe an adult who is afraid of commitment and/or refuses to act his age".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all of you have encountered members of the male species who are stricken with this terrible syndrome. They are everywhere! They could be your family members, friends, classmates or even boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, from previous research, it has been discovered that these invalids require something bad or really serious to happen to them before they realise that it is time to grow up. Sometimes, the cure is only short term and they revert back to their silly selves again. It is worst when a whole pack of &lt;b&gt;Peter Pan Syndrome&lt;/b&gt; sufferers congregate together. They really behave like the &lt;i&gt;Lost Boys&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have to say is simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just fucking grow up!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Did I mention that as the older I get, the less I care what people think of me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Did I also mention that I speak my mind alot more now? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114464337114997720?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114464337114997720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114464337114997720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114464337114997720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114464337114997720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/04/peter-pan-syndrome.html' title='Peter Pan Syndrome'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114464235266645017</id><published>2006-04-10T14:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:12:45.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Adulthood</title><content type='html'>The closer I get to turning 21, the more mature I feel. It's an exhilirating feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in Melbourne, living by myself. I cook my own meals, I do my own groceries, I maintain my own car, I do my own laundry, I take myself to the doctor and I make sure I take my meds. Basically, I do everything for/by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love feeling like an adult. The future feels so close. I'm happy that I made this move to Melbourne. In the 5-6 weeks that I've been here, I've grown up alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next goal I can't wait to achieve is independence. Once I finish uni, I'll be working and living on my own. I won't have to rely on anyone. I can barely wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now that I've got independence in my sights, I just can't understand why others don't crave it as much as I do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114464235266645017?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114464235266645017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114464235266645017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114464235266645017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114464235266645017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/04/adulthood.html' title='Adulthood'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114415540016987621</id><published>2006-04-04T22:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:56:40.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch...</title><content type='html'>All the babat bits of me hurt. The muscle bits hurt too. Aiyah, everything hurts lah! I've been going to the gym alot. I want to look good for my 21st. I'm not having a party but I still wanna get into shape ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has been annoying me the past few days is this one monkey who parks in my lot. So today after he moved his car, I parked really badly in the lot so that he can't squeeze next to me. He doesn't live here! He goes to the uni and instead of paying for parking there, he parks here. What a biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand my coughing anymore. It's getting really bad. The gym people wanted to chuck me out. I must have sounded like I was going to die or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Doctor I'm in trouble.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                          Oh Goodness gracious me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114415540016987621?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114415540016987621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114415540016987621&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114415540016987621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114415540016987621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch...'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114411535379852997</id><published>2006-04-04T11:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:51:05.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm exhausted!</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty good weekend. Yay! And I'm blogging right at this very instant cause my darling Penny says that I don't blog enough. Hmmph! I must prove her wrong. I want to get another tattoo done too. I'M JEALOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went clubbing on Sat night. It was utterly hilarious. All the loud trance music gave me a headache. I was so bored that I drank more rum than I should have. I must have had about 10 double rum/d.cokes and about 2 double malibu/pineapples. I met some interesting people. Some fellas from Serbia, Russia and Yugoslavia. But I learnt something quite terrible. Apparently the girls here in Frankston are skanky so alot of guys like coming to clubs here to pick up sluts. I am never going clubbing in Frankston again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was amazing. I went for my family lunch thingey and met sooooooo many people. There must have been about 30 of us in the house. Apparently there are more people that I haven't met! Geez! There was lots of good food like congee, pau's, fish curry, nasi briyani, 5 diff types of cake and plenty of other things that I had no space for. I got loads of leftovers to take home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my family thing, my new friend Alex drove past to "pick me up". Basically I just followed in my car. He drives the most beautiful car in the world. Yes, you guessed it. The Lotus Elise! And after I showed him what I could do with my little Suzuki (Think sharp bends at a 100km/h), I got to drive his car :D As much as I love that car, I don't think I can get it for quite a while. Maybe a Mazda first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex took me for dinner and a drive around the ritzy parts of Melbourne. Yeah, he actually stays in one of the richest neighbourhoods. Some people have all the luck I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like him make me even more motivated to be a successful, rich and intelligent person who can afford to live life to the fullest. I am not going to settle for just boring, middle-class life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be powerful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114411535379852997?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114411535379852997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114411535379852997&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114411535379852997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114411535379852997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-exhausted.html' title='I&apos;m exhausted!'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114388567859983202</id><published>2006-04-01T20:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:50:11.976+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I have wheels!</title><content type='html'>I took the plunge and bought myself a little car last week. I absolutely love it! I have yet to take photos but I will do so tomorrow when it is all bright and sunny. Here are the basic details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suzuki Baleno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black in colour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 door hatchback design&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1.6 L&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MANUAL! (No more divided attention style driving for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1999 model&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought it with only 33351 km&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CD player and decent enough sound system for me to blast my jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No central locking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No automatic windows (How retro is that aye?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;License plate PZR 566 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my little small car. It's so easy to park! And the lots in Aussie are so big that my car literally takes up oly half the length of the lot. I'm happy that I chose a manual car. It's so nice and zippy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had some computer problems earlier this week. The keyboard on my laptop died on me and the bloody thing started beeping. I swear it was like a pulse! Anyway, by midweek I was very desperate and I went to a computer shop. They disconnected the keyboard wire and I bought a USB keyboard. Sending it to Toshiba is going to cost me almost $400 and they'll take forever to fix it. Australia really moves slowly! So yeah, sorry for me going slightly MIA. Not my fault! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went shopping too! I now own a black wool winter coat, 2 pairs of stiletto pointy toed boots, tons of 3/4 &amp; long sleeved tops and 2 pairs of gloves! Woohoo! But the shopping wasn't as fun as usual shopping as I was following a list. It felt a little like grocery shopping. Hah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I joined the school gym. Let's see how much weight I can lose. As it is, I have actually lost a little. I reckon it's all the healthy food that I've been cooking :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm getting dragged out to this club later tonight. It's near home so let's see how it is. Hmmm... And tomorrow I am off to visit my cousins for some birthday thing. It's quite a drive away so good luck to me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss all of you so bloody much that it's almost painful. So please leave me plenty of comments and tell me that you miss me too :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I got tagged by my bestfriend, I shall do this funny question thingey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing ten years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was in Primary 5 in KC. Stephe and I were still fighting but we became best friends later on that year so now it's all good. I will never forget the day that she "tsk-ed" me when I borrowed her pen just to write my name. I love it when you're grumpy Taffy dearest :) I also discovered boybands that year so I spent WAY too much money on cds, magazines and other memorabilia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Songs Which You Know All The Lyrics Right Off Your Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dream a Little Dream&lt;br /&gt;Strong Enough&lt;br /&gt;Hands to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Promise Me&lt;br /&gt;Walk on By&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And most songs by Boyzone, BSB, Hanson, Take That and various boybands and a wide variety of oldies and jazz numbers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You Would Do If You Were A Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Teeth bleaching-liposuction-boob lift-hair extensions-acrylic nails makeover&lt;br /&gt;Buy a Lotus Elise and a house&lt;br /&gt;Give my family lots of money so they don't have to worry anymore&lt;br /&gt;Pay all the uni bills for mummy, the cousins and for myself&lt;br /&gt;But extravagant prezzies for all my loved ones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Bad Habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I procrastinate way too much&lt;br /&gt;I also spend way too much&lt;br /&gt;I seriously swear too much&lt;br /&gt;I have a short attention span&lt;br /&gt;I am insanely vain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You Like Doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Being evil and letting the devil woman free (for example: drinking lotsa lovely alcohol and smoking a pack of ciggies while listening to good music and enjoying good company and trying to drive Solomon wild enough so that he'll come home with me and if Solomon isn't around, just trying to corrupt everyone around me)&lt;br /&gt;Driving&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;Singing loudly&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(As for the things I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; doing; it's spending time with my girlies and my Papemps!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You Will Never Wear, Buy Or Get New Again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baggy jeans and tees (What the fuck was I thinking?!?)&lt;br /&gt;Neon nail polish&lt;br /&gt;Super high pants (Remember the days of above the navel jeans? *faints*)&lt;br /&gt;Furry rubberbands&lt;br /&gt;Platform sneakers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Favourite Toys/Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bob!&lt;br /&gt;Bed fellows: Teddy, "Love you" pillow &amp; Oonie&lt;br /&gt;She-Devil  (My car)&lt;br /&gt;Make-up&lt;br /&gt;Book collection&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're IT! (Five People To Do This)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Solomon&lt;br /&gt;Sue&lt;br /&gt;Lyshe&lt;br /&gt;Davina&lt;br /&gt;The PAPEMPS who haven't filled it up yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114388567859983202?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114388567859983202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114388567859983202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114388567859983202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114388567859983202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-wheels.html' title='I have wheels!'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114285220527180093</id><published>2006-03-20T21:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:13:25.043+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Samada Street</title><content type='html'>Samada Street is a quiet little street near the Frankston campus of Monash University. There is a cosy little hub of units at 11 Samada Street. In total, there are 12 units. Two units are 1 bedroom, while the other ten are 2 bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 1 - One of the 1 bedroom units. I swear no one lives there because I have never seen anyone leave through the front door. However, some of my neighbours have seen someone peeking through the blinds. I refuse to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 2 - Joshua from Singapore and Vernon from China. Joshua's a funny fella, I don't talk to him much but we seem to get along. I can't understand Vernon very well. I talk too much and too fast and he does the opposite. So as you can imagine, it is a leeeeetle difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 3 - The to-be teacher house. Gee Gee from Malaysia and Natalie from Canada. Gee Gee and I got divorced on Friday night. I wasn't aware that we had been married in the first place. Apparently wedding vows were exchanged via SMS. I alerted her to the fact that I didn't receive anything. She told me to sue Optus. Dontcha just love my ex-wife? I am currently trying to persuade her to leave her current wife and rekindle our marriage. Haha! Natalie divorced her "husband" a week ago, so we're the le divorcees. She's my smoking buddy (we hop around in the cold late at night together) and someone I love hanging out with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 4 - Ellie from China and Tiffany from Sydney. They're as different as day and night yet so protective of one another. So sweet lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 5 - The other 1 bedroom house. All I know about the man living there is that he is Indian and has a HUGE moustache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 6 - I have never seen them but I am going to sneak in one day and pluck the lemons from the tree in their backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 7 - I think it's empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 8 - Carolyn from Malaysia and Flo from Singapore. They seem to get on one another's nerves. Everyone seems to have very mixed opinions of them. Hmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 9 - Brandon from London/Malaysia and Dominic from Singapore. They've stopped speaking to one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 10 - Cherry and Cindy from Taiwan I think. I just say hi to them. They're chummy with my other neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 11 - Elise from Singapore and Jessica from Melbourne. We're the half aussie house! AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE! &lt;b&gt;OI! OI! OI!&lt;/b&gt; She's studying physiotherapy so she practises on me. No complaints from me :D But seriously, she's the best housemate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit 12 - Tony and some chinese name fella from goodness knows where. They're antisocial. I think it's because they have playstation. Other than that, they hang out with the girls from Unit 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Samada Street in a nutshell. But the politics keep getting better and better. Maybe I should start a gossip collumn on my blog. Hmmm, must find out how to do that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114285220527180093?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114285220527180093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114285220527180093&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114285220527180093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114285220527180093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/03/samada-street.html' title='Samada Street'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114241780597301910</id><published>2006-03-15T21:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:16:45.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>As there was a shift in the demand curve to the right, I felt the need to adjust the supply curve as required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple english and not micro-economics lingo, I have uploaded some photos for my darlings' viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/elise_aitchison/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/elise_aitchison/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm off to drink wine at my neighbours so I will try to take some pictures with me in them! Haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Thanks Penny baby for the link, I love this layout. Don't ya all love it too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114241780597301910?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114241780597301910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114241780597301910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114241780597301910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114241780597301910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/03/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23895266.post-114213069658160496</id><published>2006-03-12T13:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:31:36.583+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like being nobody.</title><content type='html'>The one thing that I will never get used to here in Melbourne is the fact that I'm a nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows who I am and none of them seem to be very interested in getting to know me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still deciding whether I like this solitude or not. It actually doesn't matter whether I make friends. I've got some of the best friends you could ever have waiting for me in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you all. Is anyone coming to visit anytime soon? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895266-114213069658160496?l=letter-from-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/114213069658160496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23895266&amp;postID=114213069658160496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114213069658160496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23895266/posts/default/114213069658160496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letter-from-elise.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-like-being-nobody.html' title='I don&apos;t like being nobody.'/><author><name>Devil with the green eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10563484784721132072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
